Nie Qing nodded, "That's right."
Little Taotie's face scrunched up, "Maybe he fell into the lake... and drowned?"
Nie Qing shook his head, "If he drowned, the corpse would float up."
Little Taotie casually pulled out a Pipe Candy, getting ready to put it in her mouth.
Nie Qing: "Are you... getting ready to channel Sherlock Holmes?"
Little Taotie grinned, her dimples deep, her brows and eyes curved, though the look of holding a pipe was a bit strange.
Nie Qing couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Little Sherlock, did you spot any clues?"
He was full of expectations for Little Taotie, already knowing that she was working under Shen Cang, and it's not just anyone who can get into the Special Department, even if they'd mastered some Mysticism, like he had applied to, once upon a time, but wasn't successful.
Little Taotie carefully looked at the photos of the lake, feeling that the lake was somewhat peculiar.
Little Taotie suggested, "Shall we go to the site and take a look?"
